"I'd do anything to get ahead in life."

That was Guy of Gisbourne's thought as his hand paused on the doorhandle of the Sheriff's door. He swallowed, wondering if in fact he was willing to go as far as the Sheriff wanted in order to get what he himself wanted. Guy gazed up at the stone ceiling, gnawing his bottom lip as he considered, hand still resting lightly on the handle. He inhaled sharply and turned the knob, entering the Sheriff's quarters unannounced.

The room was lit by candles, and the lush curtains were drawn giving it a cosy atmosphere. The Sheriff reclined shirtless on the bed, a plush fur rug covering the piece of furniture. "Hello Guy… I see you got my little note." Guy, standing awkwardly near the door, nodded while staring at his bare feet on the floor. "Why don't you come over here and sit down?" Guy slowly went over to the bed as the Sheriff patted the fur, and gingerly sat on the edge. He heard the Sheriff sigh and felt a hand almost lovingly rest itself on his shoulder, pulling him backwards with a soft pressure. "You can sit a little closer, Guy. I won't bite… unless you want me to." Guy suppressed a shudder and squiggled backwards a little more. The sheriff continued to pull him, and he slid across the bed further than he'd intended to. Guy overbalanced and ended up sprawled over the bed, his head resting in the sheriff's lap. "That's better, isn't it?" Guy resisted the urge to swallow nervously as the sheriff smiled at him, fingers trailing delicately over Guy's face.

He brushed Guy's hair out of his eyes and looked him up and down. "Mmm…" Guy watched him, fear sparking ever-so-slightly in his eyes. "Oh stop giving me such a female look of terror, Guy. I won't hurt you." Guy blinked up at him for a moment. "It's not the pain I'm afraid of sir. It's just that I'm a little uncomfortable right now." The sheriff laughed softly, and bent his head down to kiss Guy.

The sheriff kissed him a number of times before Guy sat up with a gasp. The other man laughed softly again and pushed Guy around and back onto the bed. "You're mine now…" he breathed in the dark-haired man's ear, his lips just barely brushing Guy's neck. Guy shivered involuntarily as the sheriff's breath condensed on his skin, going almost straight from hot to cold. He became aware of a hand caressing his chest, having been slipped underneath the loose black material. "S-sir…" Guy breathed as the hand slipped lower, popping the buttons of his shirt open as it did so.

When all the buttons were undone and his shirt was lying loosely against the bed, the sheriff kissed him again. He continued to kiss all down Guy's neck and across his collarbone and then moved down his chest. With an eagerness that surprised him Guy unlaced his pants, arching his back slightly as the sheriff kissed and caressed him some more. "S-sir!" he panted, and the sheriff gently rolled him over. The other man straddled his body and breathed in his ear "For God's sake, Guy, call me by my name before I have to punish you." Guy blinked for a moment as he felt the sheriff slide his pants down and then off, and realised that he didn't mind the idea of being punished all that much. In fact, it quite turned him on.

Guy left the sheriff's quarters an hour later, turning at the door to kiss his partner after making sure no one was watching them. Guy leaned forwards and breathed in the sheriff's ear "I'll see you at breakfast… George." Before heading to his own room.